Oxyana -

Waking, sleeping

What is the fucking difference?

Slowly rising

In the cold morning I feel

The tremor in my hands

The blankness in my head

The slowing of my heart

It’s a dead end

It’s just a dead end

Drinking, popping

These fill the minutes I got

Left, cursed

Tasteless as the death of my

Whole family that I loved

My soul sucked out of me

I’m snorting crushed up leaves

Oxyana is the tree

It’s a dead end

It’s just a dead end